Mike Kuchar Movies

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains, revealing...

They walk through "life", sometimes with no "compass" in hand and become "lost".

"...Deep in the garden of the Artist's heart, ghosts of bygone worlds arise on gothic wings, calling forth delicious languors."

Two earthbound bodies soul-surf into a new age of enlightenment.

A lady alone amid the flowers of a garden becomes the target of mischievous elements therein.

Earth's "garden" is fragrant with temptations but has far too many "thorns". He got "stung" and fell...got up...and fell, again and again!

Looney thespians run amok in a classroom.

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

He sighs for strange and hidden cities whose walls are pink stone, inlaid with opals, ebony and silver, and for altars where the body is worshiped...

He is Earth, Sky, and the Universe. He is Creation's creator.

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

He felt both dead and alive... having 'died' and having come back to the space of his 'living.'

With lashings of humour and affection, this much-loved filmmaker and his students create a wonderful journey from the chaos of hell to the paradise...

A rhythmic flow of image with sound, weaving a mood suspended in time.

He made some 'love'....where has it all gone? --Mike Kuchar

Lost film featuring vignettes of individual couples in a bathtub

A sensitive soul with skin receptive to the World's natural elements and who has a mind open for expansive contemplation, embarks on an "inner...

One's "softest parts" are "scooped out and eaten alive".

[A] cautionary tale about past-their-prime thespians caught up in a typically Kucharian vortex of madness. - Anthology Film Archives

This breezy and flamboyant essay about an afternoon rendezvous is pure candy for the eyes.